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May 10
Comes the sun with my waking eyes
and it's almost worse than last night
I'm feeling wounded from my dreams
so far away she is from me,
When I wake they fade away
places so familiar in sleep
treat me as a stranger in their own
and I feel wounded from my dreams
Until I wake to find her here with me.
Sam Grotke
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Sam Grotke  26/M
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